36. Elijah

Rain comes out the backdoor dressed in a pair of my sweats, rolled up at the waist and a cropped black hoodie showing her midriff. With a pair of black hightops and her hair still up, face still painted and splattered with dried blood. She looks fucking hot. The patio lights shine, and the rose gold from her collar catches some of the glare and shines briefly.

She kept it on. All my blood rushes down to my cock at the sight, at the knowledge that she’s still wearing it, wearing me.

Turning the flashlight on, I start to walk, leading the way towards the special corner in the yard where her mom is. I need to add a path and garden lights so she can go and visit whenever she wants.

Our feet crunch against the grass, crickets chirp and the air is crisp against the skin.

Tonight is cold—colder than normal.

Maybe it has something to do with this evening, maybe it’s just fucking cold out. I’m not one to question shit like that.

Her mom’s grave comes into sight, and I stop in place, allowing Rain to go ahead so she can have some privacy while talking with her mom.

Her arm brushes against mine, she looks back at me, “Come.”

Nodding my head, “Yeah, okay.”

She walks in front of me as we take the last few steps. I shine the light on the area, holding it still so Rain can see.

As Rain lowers to the ground, she sits on her bum, hissing briefly from the sting of my bite, then crosses her legs, her elbows rest on her knees as her chin lowers into her hands. Standing behind her, we stay like this for a few moments until she starts to speak.

A loud breath gets blown out, “Where to begin.” Her voice is faint.

“E, they aren’t going to come for us, right?”

“No, little bat, they won’t. Now stop worrying. We are safe. I promise.”

All I can do is reassure her. There is nothing to show because no one will be coming. They haven’t before and they will not start now.

“I’m safe. Elijah, he’s kept me safe. It’s done. It’s over. He is dead.” She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing, “I know you will always worry about me, you’re my mom. But you can worry less now. I am safe. He can never get me or hurt us again. You should know what I did though. You might already, if you were there. I did it. I killed him. I used the same blade that was used on you. I needed your strength with me, thank you so much for giving it to me. The scary thing though, mom, is I don’t feel bad about it. I thought I would feel remorse over it. I don’t. Not over him. Not over the others.”

I step closer to Rain, resting my hand on her head and rubbing it gently. She didn’t need her mom’s strength, she is strong enough without it.

She leans into my touch, her tone changes as she dives into the next topic, which catches me by surprise.

“Mom. I think Im in love. And I think, once I show him what love is, he will see that he loves me too. Elijah got me this beautiful collar, it’s black leather with gold accents and in the middle, a piece of him, encased in the most stunning glass vial. Our initials are engraved into the leather, I am a Sinclair now, mom. He has claimed me. I’m not alone. I will never be alone again.”

Closing my eyes, her words feel overwhelming.

She’s right, I don’t know what love should look or feel like. This strong pull and need to be around her, to possess and worship her, to fucking destroy any other person who looks at her like she’s their next meal, that’s what I know.

Is that love? I don’t know.

“Okay, mom. I am tired and desperately need a shower. I am covered in dirt and blood and I feel like I stink. I love you and I’ll come see you again tomorrow.”

Rain places one hand on the ground in front of her. Then stands up, facing me, “Let’s go shower.”

RAIN

Warm water hits my skin as I stand in the shower.

As I washed my hair and body off, blood circled the drain. I’m not sure how long I have been standing here, but I’m not ready to move yet. The shower has a built-in seat as well, but I need to stand directly under the spray. Let it encompass my body as the glass around me steams.

My eyes are closed when I hear the shower door open.

Cold air invades my warmth, but only for a moment, until the door closes again.

Elijah.

Strong hands knead my shoulders and his hard cock pokes my backside.

I relax into him.

My head rests against his chest, and his hands move down my shoulders, squeezing them before sliding them down my arms.

His teeth bite my exposed earlobe before he whispers, “I need your tight pussy bouncing on my cock, now.”

Elijah’s voice is demanding. My pussy tingles, needing to give him what he wants.

Releasing me, his presence is gone.

Turning around, I see him sitting on the bench, leaning back against the shower wall with his strong legs spread and his large, hard cock laying against his abdomen.

My eyes take him in, he is so fucking hot. His tattoos cover him, my eyes stop on his bat wings on his arm, and then I look down at mine.

Smiling.

We are free.

“Get on my fucking cock, little bat. Don’t make me ask again.” My pussy aches, dripping at his demand.

Stepping between his legs, I hitch one knee on either side of him, using his shoulders for balance as I move to position myself over his cock.

As I begin to lower myself, I grip his hard cock with one of my hands, positioning it right where I need it. Rubbing his tip around the lips of my pussy, I tease him, which he doesn’t like. Elijah’s hand reaches up, gripping my throat.

I took my collar off for the shower, it felt so bare before his hand filled that void.

Squeezing, he speaks through his teeth, his eyes are serious, “Does my fuck toy not want to listen? Slide my cock inside of your pussy, or I will bend you over my knee and color your ass red. Edge you until your legs start to shake, then stop. Only to force you to suck me off until I explode in your mouth, until tears are running down your fucking face and you are covered in my come. Do you understand?”

Nodding my head, I position his tip at my entrance and begin to slowly slide down his length.

“Good fucking girl.” He praises.

As I slide further down, I release my grip on his cock.

Throwing my head back, my long hair brushes against his thighs and his hands cup my breasts. Once I can feel him fully inside of me, my pussy tightens around him, not wanting to let him go. Moving my hips, I begin working him. Elijah’s lips wrap around my nipple, nipping and pulling at it with his teeth as he mumbles against them, “Don’t stop riding my cock until your legs are shaking and come is dripping out of you, coating me. Don’t stop until you are begging, screaming my name, because you can’t take anymore. And only then will I consider stopping. Because you are mine. Mine to have, mine to use.”

His words send me into a frenzy.

E lets go of my breasts as I work him harder, his cock-piercing rubs just the right spots inside of me. The feeling is intense as I bury my head into his neck and use the wall for support.

His strong hands grip my hips, making our movements harder and faster.

Loud moans leave my mouth as my pussy continues working his cock.

“You can take it.” He encourages between his own panting.

My hands move to his arms, and my finger nails dig into his skin as I drag them down his biceps.

E grips my hips harder, and I hope it leaves his marks. Our skin is slapping against each other, it’s only amplified by the warm water showering over us.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, little bat.”

Those words send tingles down my spine and to my pussy. Closing my eyes, they roll to the back of my head as my orgasm hits me.

Biting Elijah’s neck and we continue fucking through it, he only whispers, “Harder.” If I bite any harder, I will draw blood. This orgasm is intense and I coat his big cock.

My legs are shaking, and I’m unsure if I am able to hold myself up any longer.

His release follows.

I can feel the ropes of his warm come coating my walls. His hands move from my hips to wrap his arms around my back, hugging our bodies closer together. We couldn’t get any closer if we tried.

“Fuck, keep going. Never fucking stop.” I whimper, letting go of my grip on his neck with my teeth. Another orgasm washes over me. My pussy continues to suck him in like a vacuum, never wanting to let go.

“Use me, little bat, fucking use me like I’m using you.”

I do. Riding him through my release. I can feel our come mixing inside of me, I feel so fucking full.

His movements slow. As do mine, but my body is still shaking. He still has me wrapped tightly in his arms as his hips buck into me a couple more times before stopping.

I can feel his heart racing against me, it matches the pace of mine. This has to be the best sex I have ever had. This man knows my body better than I do.

Slowly, I bring my head up, opening my eyes as I take him in.

His eyes are closed, and as I brush his wet hair out of his face, he starts to open them. His face is red from the heat and the intense sex we just had. I’m sure mine’s the same.

“Get off my cock and dry off. I still need to tattoo my mark on your ass. Everyone needs to know who you fucking belong to.”

Playfully, I slap his hard chest, “Ever the romantic Elijah Sinclair.” Then kiss him on the cheek. As I rise off him, the feeling of his cock inside of me disappears. I miss it.

Our come drips out of me and as he becomes free, it hangs between his spread legs. He grips my head, pulling me to him and our lips crash. His tongue brushes against my lips and I let him in.

Devouring one another, we become each others oxygen. Unable to get enough, we continue the passionate assault on each other’s mouths. Moaning into his, he moans back into mine. Butterflies flicker inside of me, it sends that familiar tingle down my spine.

I pull back before we get lost in each other again. Because it will fucking happen. And I want that tattoo.

Winking before leaving the shower, he reaches out, slapping my ass which causes me to slightly jump from the sting. Stepping out, I turn back around quickly. Poking my head back in, “What are you waiting for? I need my marking, sweet boy.”

He flips me off before laughing.

I fucking love this man.

Lying naked on our bed, the soft sheets under me feel wonderful against my skin.

The buzzing of the machine is soothing as Elijah tattoos his bite mark on me in red ink. The ass hurts more than I thought, but it’s a quick tattoo so I will suck it up.

Scrolling on my phone, I get an idea.

“E, have you heard of a choke pear?” I ask casually.

The machine still buzzes but he stops tattooing, “Uh, yeah why?”

He sounds concerned.

“We should get one, for next time we bring someone back. Don’t you think? Unless you already have one.”

He doesn’t respond.

“Actually, a lot of these ancient torture devices would be incredible to have. We should definitely look into others too.”

I turn my head to look back at him. He is smiling, his sharp canines are even showing as he responds, radiating with pride.

“That’s my fucking girl.”